"I must hurry upstairs and impart the glorious news to Elfreda.

We had elected to spend Saturday afternoon in moving our furniture about, hoping to gain a few square inches of room space, but we'll have to postpone doing it.

We can do it the first rainy Saturday.
Hurry along with your paper and come upstairs.

I'm going to make tea, and I've acquired a new kind of cakes.

They're chocolate covered and taste like home and mother." After Miriam had gone upstairs Grace sat staring at her theme with unseeing eyes.